Philosophy · poetry

Bleeding Gums

Something lies by the bedside,
Round and lusturous,

I cannot figure by its shape.

The gums are bleeding lust and desire,

The throat is sore of lies and sins,

It is a stranger, round and lustrous,

sweet as sugar, not a disaster,

It looks like an ego, my ego.

I donot want to fix the swell,

I donot want to cure the pain,

It pleases seldom,

teeth filled with amalgam,

gums treated with talcum,

dentist’s chairs, doctor’s affairs,

Longhair and earthenware

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